Wednesday, October 24, 2018

The sun was just rising, casting streaks of light and shadows into Tecolote Canyon. Daisy, the skinny Irish Wolfhound German Shepherd mix lankily bound westward, down the fence line. The barn owl that Daisy was bounding after flapped easily up at the very last moment, screeching in frustration. On the ground lay a small rabbit, eyes still aware but too weak from blood loss to move. It's gaze roamed slowly in its socket; to me, to the sky, off to the distance, back to me. It had one hole in its jugular that had been drained dry by the owl. The dogs were called back inside. A decision was made to prepare and cook the cute but unlucky Leporidae. As it still had some life left the neck was cut clean. I paused for a moment, fully aware of what I was taking as the last few drops dripped to the dirt and the eyes darkened. After the final couple kicks of nerve reflex it was skinned, gutted, and cleaned. It was then cooked and eaten. I paused again and gave thanks to the owl from which the meal was taken. And, again, a final thankful thought was given to the rabbit.

Saturday, September 22, 2018

A woman walks up with her dogs.She says, “Is he a Ridgeback?”I look up at her and to her three well groomed Ridgebacks.I say, “No, Bull Mastiff”“Oh, he looks just like a Ridgeback”.“Well, that’s because Ridgebacks get their coloring from the Bull Mastiff”“No, they are bred from English Mastiff”.I just look at her with an expression that must have shown my thoughts quite clearly. I say, referring to Bruno, “That would explain why he looks just like them then”.She pauses and then declares, “I’ve had Ridgebacks for 25 years.”I hold her stare, “I’ve had Bruno for 10”.She gets visibly agitated and points to one of her dogs proclaiming, “This one was going to be a show dog but was too small”.I just stare at her.She calls her dogs and walks away.I return to my journal.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Movie. Lucy. The reviews have missed the mark. The movie
did a fair job visually of conveying the fleeting feeling of eternity and
timeless unity when the mind is expanded… but missed it emotionally because of
the formulaic action and plot sequencing. It could
have been so much more as an independent indie film. I don’t care about that though, what I’d like to focus on is intelligence, consciousness, and
ultimately, reality.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

I was going to post THIS around the Civic Center for everyone to see, and leave my tent for others to use until such time as I completely distanced myself from the movement, or conversely, choose to join it again. I didn't get around to posting it, instead I ended up at the Civic Center on the eighth night, hoping to be inspired enough to continue on.